Desires Die Hard Anya And Evan Novel の小説・ストーリー

She opened her mouth, giving him the full access, to do whatever he wanted to do with her. Alex walked all the way to her bedroom while exploring more in every corner of her mouth and opened the door with one of his hand. He stepped in, kick the bedroom closed and put Evie down on the bed. But his naughty baby pulled him over with her. Alex was hovering her and the moment they parted away from the kiss, they both panted, while looking at each other. Both Alex and Evie, had the same thing flashing in their glistening eyes. Desire. Lust.

Once there, Evan left his bag in the car to save time. We were barely in the door when Evan had his hands on my waist, kissing all the exposed skin on my neck and shoulders. Turning in his arms, I started to run my hands down his chest to the waist of his attire he had left on. Undoing them, I let them drop to the floor as he started to unzip the back of my dress. Letting that fall to the floor, he begins to walk back toward the bed. When my legs hit the bed, I slightly fall back as Evan stands there taking in every inch of me. Running his hands down my thighs, I bit my lip as he moved closer to my vagina. After sliding off my panties I opened my legs a bit to give him better access, as he g

She really needed money so she could travel out of the country for some time, away from her abusive Uncle. "Thank you for sending the bitch's number just in time. I know I ruined something with that,"she thanked with a mischievous grin." "You said you've got something on camera?" Vivian was the real bitch. She cared about no one but herself. Was it that difficult to ask her how her day went or if she had eaten? Annabelle thought. "Yes," she answered and brought out her phone,then gave it to her. Vivian collected the phone and went to her gallery. She became wide eyed. "So, this idiot is cheating on James. Did she think he would not find out?"

[Alex’s POV] I woke up with my cock so hard it hurt, throbbing against the mattress like it had a heartbeat of its own. Every time I replayed last night in my head, Eva on her back, legs spread wide, fingers buried in that slick pussy while she moaned my name, it only got worse. Then the way she shattered on my tongue, squirting all over my fingers and sobbing "daddy" like she was born to say it. Fuck. I had licked her taste off my hand in the dark after she fell asleep, stroking myself to the memory until I came again.

What happens when the risk of discovery becomes the very thing you crave? Maya Rivers is not careless. She has been built from restraint, from routine, from the comfort of control. And yet the stranger who finds her in the stacks doesn’t follow her rules. He rewrites them, one by one, until she can’t tell where the boundaries end and the desire begins. He awakens the same part of her that lingered in those midnight chats, daring her to admit that she longs to be seen, watched, wanted. This book is for readers who understand that tension itself can be intimate. That the risk of being caught can tether you more tightly than any promise. That a name whispered can bind as surely as a vow. That a

,I snapped ,unable to take the suspense anymore. It was killing me. "I just don't want to kiss you for today only.I want to be able to kiss you tomorrow and all the days to come" "Just kiss me Hayes " "I need an answer first ,Anaiah " Jesus,I could strangle him! I still said nothing. He inched closer,placing his hands on my waist.His fingers slipped under the rim of my hoodie .They started tracing imaginary patterns on my bare skin that sent shivers up my spine. "Damn it Hayes!Yes ,yes,you can kiss me whenever you want"

Maximus has to leave me. “Evan, can we just talk?” A smirk formed on my lips, staring directly at Maximus’ eyes. “Talk? We have nothing to talk about, Alpha Maximus. I need to go.” I moved my feet away, and was about to hold the doorknob when Maximus grabbed my arm. But I pulled it away, glaring at him. “You may continue pushing me away, but my plan has no changes, Evan. I will win your heart over again. I'm not after your body. It was your heart that I'm after.”

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

The moment seemed so unreal, like it was happening to someone else altogether. Then, Nathan's voice cut through the haze of desire. It sounds husky in Evan's ear. "I want you," he said, and without waiting for an answer, started to pull the clothes off Evan. Evan's heart pounded as he lay back, body trembling with anticipation. He knew it was wrong, deep inside, Nathan wasn't truly seeing him at this moment, just a stand-in for another. But for tonight, Evan didn't care. For tonight, he would allow himself to pretend.